This book was developed during the six and a half years (2014-2020) that I remained unjustly incarcerated in four state prisons: San Quentin, Pelican Bay, Stockton, and Mule Creek, California. For a horrendous crime I did not commit, and I was practically compelled to testify otherwise.

In the following texts, I will weave bitter dawns behind cells that describe simple everyday events, moments, and stages of my life, difficult to accept, difficult to conceive, of a simple man taken to an extreme of his human condition. Such were the routines I experienced, that they led me to change many knowledge and theoretical reflections that had guided me in the exercise of my profession.

Likewise, I was uncomfortable with overturning these regimented and "methodologically correct" styles since I was certain that these realities could not be "translated" into simple subjects and objects of memory. Beyond specific words, series, and meanings, I have become convinced that the best way to express reality was to expose it as such, without filtering it in methods or operations, and I opted for a story that transfigured and adapted a certain reality to a general language, understandable and apprehensible by all: I found the literary language.

I don't dare to call this text either a legend or an experience, but I did find in these lines a bit of both genders. If you're looking for a secret, this isn't a book for you.

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